This is a companion fic for my other story, L's Cookbook. I'm following Raito0228's suggestion to write something about the task force actually having to eat what L creates in the other story. It is highly suggested you read L's Cookbook, first, so that this makes a bit more sense. Anyway, enjoy!
The task force observed in slight horror as their boss cheerfully set a plate of…round things…down on the table.
…Whatever the "round things" were.
L had called it "food."
The so-called "food," Light noted, looked like anything but.
They all simply stared at it, not quite sure what to do. They sure as hell didn't want to eat it, but they didn't want to insult Ryuzaki, either.
Noticing everyone's hesitation, L pointed out, "There is no need for anyone to worry. I made these myself, and can therefore guarantee with 99% certainty that the cookies are not poisoned in any way, leaving only a 1% chance that they are not safe for consumption. I call them 'Love Cookies.'" He smiled proudly. "Enjoy! You'll have to tell me what you think of them later." L walked out of the room, clearly happy with himself.
Soichiro was the first among them to speak. "Erm…well…we should have a bit of faith, guys. He is the greatest detective of the century. Surely he knows what he's doing. If he says the cookies are edib—I mean tasty, then we should trust his judgment."
He looked at the others in the room, hoping for at least one of them to agree with them.
"Dad, you're talking about a man who puts 9 sugar cubes in his tea and eats nothing but cake, ice cream, and strawberries. Do you reaaaally think we should trust whatever he happens to cook?"
"I-I'm sure they can't be that bad," Matsuda stammered nervously, always the loyal and devoted employee.
"Are you going to eat one?" Light asked the man, raising his eyebrow quizzically.
"…No…I suppose not..." Matsuda hung his head.
"I'll try one…" Mogi announced shakily. He muttered something about wanting to be cremated before walking over to the plate.
He picked one of the "Love Cookies" up, sniffed it, and took a small bite. Approximately three seconds later, he began gagging. He rushed over to a trashcan and proceeded to vomit.
"Wh-what do they taste like?" Matsuda asked nervously.
Mogi tossed the remainder of the cookie in the trash before replying, "Just imagine a sugary piece of charcoal with an insane amount of butter on top."
"That's disgusting! Then what do we do with the rest of the cookies? We don't want to hurt Ryuzaki's feelings by not eating them…" Matsuda trailed off.
"I know what to do," Watari whispered, suddenly coming out from behind the doorway. "I watched that entire event unfold, and I am here to rescue you!"
"Really? What do we do to get rid of the cookies?" Soichiro asked.
"Just hide them in Aizawa's afro!" Watari answered.
Matsuda gasped. "Great idea! Thanks, Watari!"
L watched on the monitors as everyone began feeding his love cookies to Aizawa's afro. L hoped that the "love cookies" hadn't caused everyone to fall in love with the man's afro. That would result in a quite awkward, one-sided relationship.
XD Okay, wtf did I just write? That was so freaking weird! XD I hope you found it funny, though. xP Please review! :D